May 27th, 2024
Six days left
Of being thirty-one
I don’t really know
Who I’ve become
Am I losing my focus
Have I lost my way
Who I was before
Isn’t who I am today
Reflecting on the past
But I know I can’t live there
Leaving behind an old life
And people who never cared
I might not be where I want
But I’m finding direction
From every wrong turn
A new route from rejection
As confusing as it feels
That’s the beauty of growing
Finding myself
After all the not knowing
May 22nd, 2024
I’ve let people close enough
To count the piercings in my ears
Find the scars on my body
But none of it was real
I’m tired of letting someone in proximity
To see the bioluminescence in my eyes
Then they watch it fade out
When another part of me dies
I know I’m the prize
But they can’t commit
They got their chance
And I watched them blow it
May 12th, 2024
Life is flying by
I don’t know where I’m going
Wrapped up in a fantasy
And lost in the unknowing
I’m chasing a feeling
That I may never find
Someone to love
Who may never be mine
But I’m optimistic
Even when no one has stayed
And I’ll let them know me
Even when I’m afraid
Doll Poetry 